Dale Ahlquist

He was called the “Father of Jesus Rock.” Everyone who was an Evangelical or Pentecostal Christian in the 1970s knew who he was. He wrote such songs as “I Wish We’d All Been Ready,” “U.F.O.,” “One Way,” “I Am a Servant,” and “Righteous Rocker, Holy Roller.” He was the one who lamented playfully, “Why Should the Devil Have All the Good Music?” He had brilliant lyrical and musical gifts. He could hold audiences in the palm of his hand, easily making them roll with laughter, rock with praise, or be quiet and thoughtful.

His name was Larry Norman — and he was married to my sister.

My brother-in-law was certainly one of the most influential people in my life. As a teenager in the 1970s, I, too, wore my hair long, played the guitar, and wrote songs. I was also an outspoken Christian, and everyone who knew me knew I was a Christian. I was unafraid to share my faith, unafraid to defend it.

Larry not only helped pay for my college education, he provided some fascinating summer employment in his office and recording studio in Los Angeles, which was a long way from my home in St. Paul, Minnesota. With him, I always felt right in the thick of things. During those interesting summers, I had long talks with Larry about everything: music and movies and art and love and the world and God.

Better than C.S. Lewis

His primary influence on me did not come from those talks, his dynamic personality, his creative intellect, the fact that he was married to my sister, or that he was too religious for the rock-and-roll people, yet too rock-and-roll for the religious people. It came from a simple passing remark when he saw me reading Mere Christianity.

“You like C.S. Lewis?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Have you ever read any G.K. Chesterton?”

“I’ve never heard of G.K. Chesterton.”

“Chesterton is a lot better than C.S. Lewis. In fact, if you read Chesterton, you wouldn’t even need to read C.S. Lewis, because all of Lewis is inside Chesterton.”

To me this bordered on blasphemy, but the comment stuck in my head. I soon began to notice Lewis’s references to Chesterton here and there. I went on to read how C.S. Lewis had been a confirmed atheist — until he read The Everlasting Man by G.K. Chesterton. Lewis said that a young man who is serious about his atheism cannot be too careful about what he reads. He called The Everlasting Man the best book of apologetics in the 20th century. But it would be four more years before I actually read a Chesterton book and a lot of things changed in those interim years. Larry divorced my sister and his career as a Jesus Rock singer began a steady decline. I graduated from college and got married in 1981.

My wife, Laura, and I went to Italy on our honeymoon. She had been born there and spoke the language. We were in Rome on a rather momentous day: May 13, 1981, the day Pope John Paul II was shot. We were in the Church of St. Peter-in-Chains, looking at Michelangelo’s statue of Moses, when we heard the news. As we walked back to our hotel room, we watched the city transform from utter chaos to an eerie calm. After the sirens died down, the streets became strangely empty. A silence descended on Rome. It was as if everyone went home to pray. A few days later street vendors were selling postcards of the pope waving from his hospital bed.

Little did I know that my path to Rome began in Rome; the city amazed me in every way, with the weight of its history and beauty, and with the urgency and significance of what was happening during our visit. Regardless, the farthest thing from my mind at the time was that I would ever become a Catholic. I was only there as a tourist, an outsider. Born and raised a Baptist, I knew my Bible sideways and diagonally and I knew all the things that were wrong with the Catholic Church. Yet, a seed was planted while I was in Rome; an unlikely seed in an unlikely soil. It had nothing to do with the churches, shrines, or holy sites I saw. It had to do with the reading material I brought with me on my honeymoon: a book by G.K. Chesterton.

People get a good laugh out of the fact that I read The Everlasting Man on my honeymoon. What makes it even funnier is that my bride was reading Les Miserables and crying her eyes out. In contrast to her experience, my sensation upon reading my book was the same as that described by Dorothy L. Sayers the first time she read Chesterton: she said it was like a strong wind rushing into the building and blowing out all the windows. It was utterly fresh and it knocked me over! I knew I had encountered a writer like no other. His words resounded with a splendor of confidence and truth from the opening sentence: “There are two ways of getting home; and one of them is to stay there.” In the book, which is a condensed history of the world, Chesterton demonstrates that Christ is the center of history, the center of the human story. He brings together history, literature, mythology, science, and religion, and swats the skeptics who scoff at the Christian claims. “The most ignorant of humanity know by the very look of earth that they have forgotten heaven.”

Chesterton gave me a completely new perspective of the coming of Christ: a baby, outcast and homeless. “The hands that had made the sun and the stars were too small to reach the huge heads of the cattle.” He awed me with his description of the Crucifixion, when the darkness descended, and “God had been forsaken of God.” Then the Resurrection, which was the first morning of a new world, when “God walked again in the garden.”

I did not know at the time that Chesterton was a Catholic convert. It was a fact that I avoided as I continued to collect and read books by Chesterton: Heretics, Orthodoxy, All Things Considered, Tremendous Trifles, even books with giveaway titles like St. Francis of Assisi, St. Thomas Aquinas, and the Father Brown mysteries. I simply could not get enough of this unique writer. I found that there was no subject that he did not address, that he said something about everything and said it better than anybody else.

I could not understand why hardly anyone had heard of G.K. Chesterton, why he was not required reading in the schools, why his sweeping ideas, his energizing wit, and his profound insight were not discussed and debated and searched out and savored by everyone.

In 1990, I completed a Master’s thesis on Chesterton and that same year was delighted to learn of a Chesterton conference being held in Milwaukee. I drove six hours from the Twin Cities, and when I walked into the room there were about 20 people sitting in a few rows of folding chairs, listening intently to an Englishman named Aidan Mackey giving a talk on Chesterton’s poetry.

I immediately knew I was among friends, among people who had discovered the same treasure that I had discovered. As I had the pleasure of getting to know these Chestertonians, I was not surprised to find that they were incredibly articulate, morally grounded, and fun loving. I suppose I was a bit surprised to find that almost all of them were Catholic. It was the first time I had ever met Catholics who could actually explain and defend their faith.

A year later, I was back and presenting a synopsis of my thesis at this same conference. It was warmly received and I was soon contributing a regular column to a modest Chesterton newsletter. I invited friends to attend subsequent conferences with me and as the Midwest Chestertonians continued to tap me to do work for their small group, I had an urge to do even more, to get more people to discover Chesterton. Here was a complete thinker. No holes. No loose ends. His Christian faith, his philosophy, his art, his politics, his economics, his literature, and his laughter were all of a piece, truly a seamless garment, and I regarded this neglected literary master as a prophet holding the cure for what ails the modern world. People who had not heard of him and had not read his works were simply being cheated! So, with the help of some co-conspirators, I started the American Chesterton Society, and, soon after that, helped launched Gilbert! The Magazine of G.K. Chesterton — and this all happened before I became a Catholic!

But let’s back up a minute.

I began to feel a burden

My father was a Baptist missionary’s son. He was born and raised in the jungles of northeast India, in Assam, among the headhunting tribes of the Garo Hills. His father was a doctor and a pastor, who not only brought the Good News of Christ to the natives, but the medical miracles that healed thousands of people. Dr. Ahlquist was a beloved man who was tragically killed in an automobile accident on a mountain road when my father was only 18 years old. My father came back to America and a few years later met my mother at a Baptist church in St. Paul. She was a farm girl who had come to the big city to study nursing. My father became a high school biology teacher and he and my mother had six children. We went to church four times a week. I was a counselor at a Billy Graham Crusade when I was 14 years old. I led youth groups, Bible studies, and “singspirations.” By the time I was in college, I could recite whole books of the Bible from memory. I was active in Intervarsity Christian Fellowship in college and challenged my professors about, well, everything. I even taught a weekly class to other students on Christian apologetics.

It was while I was in college, however, that I began to feel a burden that would not go away. I was very troubled by the deep divisions within Christianity. I took the opportunity to visit every single church in Northfield, Minnesota, a classic college town. I wanted to see what they were like and, this way, I got a taste of over twenty different denominations (but since this was Minnesota, an undue portion of them were Lutheran.) For the most part, there wasn’t much difference, but there was always some difference. The most telling event came one Sunday when I attended a “New Testament” church. It was new indeed and was meeting in a temporary facility. There were only 30 people there, a group of maybe 7 or 8 families. I soon learned that it was the final Sunday that they would be meeting together because the following Sunday they were going to be splitting up into two different churches, not for evangelistic reasons, but because they had a disagreement. This tiny nascent group could not even hold itself together, and so one faction was breaking away to form a new church.

To me it epitomized everything that was wrong with Christianity. Instead of working out their differences and mending their divisions, instead of uniting in Christ, they splintered off into a still smaller group, with a new name, a new denomination, thus rendering themselves more insignificant and ineffectual in a world that needed Jesus. It was clear to me that though they were utterly sincere and devout in their faith, there was no way that such a show of sincerity or devotion honored the Body of Christ. It was division. It was brokenness.

Where to pray?

I got married a year after college and, after our Italian honeymoon, Laura and I began to look for a church that we could attend regularly. We soon gave up. Nothing seemed quite right. I eventually became a “lone ranger” Christian. When we had kids, we had “home church” and why not? There was nothing that was done in a Protestant church that we couldn’t do at home. We read the Bible, we sang, we prayed, and I sermonized. Once in a while we did attend a church and had the exact same experience: some Scripture readings, songs, and prayers wrapped around a sermon.

Even though my theology was still Baptist, I no longer wished to be known as a Baptist, but simply as a Christian. I noticed, too, that the mega-churches in the Twin Cities that had previously called themselves Baptist had also dropped the word “Baptist” from their names. I also saw that they were looking less and less like churches. Their “sanctuaries” had become mere auditoriums. Regardless of whether they were latent Baptists or blatant Baptists, the fact was, there were still over fifty different Baptist denominations.

All the while, I was reading Chesterton and yearning for a place to pray.

During the week, I would “sneak” into Catholic churches and kneel and pray, reciting one of the many Psalms that I had memorized, such as Psalm 130: “Out of the depths, I cry to you, O Lord. O Lord, hear my prayer… My soul waits for the Lord. More than the watchman waits for morning. More than the watchman waits for morning.”

Why did I go into Catholic churches? Well, they were usually the only ones open and, importantly, I sensed a presence there that I did not sense in any Protestant church: a sanctuary — a holy place.

What happened before the Reformation?

Soon, I had a brand new problem. I found myself longing for the ancient, historical Faith. I had to admit, reluctantly, that Baptists were a relatively recent phenomenon in the history of Christianity. What, I had to ask, was going on during the huge period of time before the Reformation? None of that portion of history had ever been explained to me. It had only been explained away. I started to dig into that history, reading the Early Church Fathers and books on the history of the Church. I also read the Catechism of the Catholic Church, and Chesterton’s most Catholic books: The Thing, The Catholic Church and Conversion, and The Well and the Shallows.

Chesterton describes the three stages a convert goes through. The first is deciding to be fair to the Catholic Church. However, there is no being fair to it. You are either for it or against it. When you stop being against it, you find yourself being drawn towards it. Then comes the second step, the fun one. It is learning about the Catholic Church, which is like exploring an exotic country full of strange new animals and flowers that you had never imagined existed. It is fun because there is no commitment and you can run away anytime you want. Which leads to Chesterton’s third step: running away. You do everything you can to avoid becoming Catholic. You know it is the right Church and you will not admit it, because admitting it means changing your life forever. Your head is convinced, but your heart is still trying to talk you out of it.

One by one, I had dealt with each of my Baptist objections to Catholicism. Any good Baptist is raised with a subtle (and sometimes not-so-subtle) anti-Catholicism. The Baptist way could almost be described as a point-by-point reaction against and rejection of Catholicism. We rejected the papacy, the priesthood, the Eucharist, celibacy, saints,    Confession, crucifixes, and so on. We identified ourselves by the name of a sacrament we also rejected. Though we insisted on a “believer’s baptism” and full immersion, we also insisted that it had absolutely no effect on a person whatsoever. It was merely a symbol. The Bible was our final authority in all matters and we were quite convinced that the Catholic Church deliberately kept its members from reading the Bible in order to keep them ignorant and malleable — which is quite a trick, especially if you can do it for two thousand years.

There is a major hole in the logic of those Christians who protest against the Catholic Church: you cannot use the authority of Scripture to attack the authority of the Church when it was the authority of the Church that recognized the Scripture’s authority. The hierarchy, the sacraments, the major doctrines of the Catholic Church were all well in place — centuries in place — before the biblical canon was in place and, of course, it was the Catholic Church that authorized the biblical canon. Chesterton says he can understand someone looking at a Catholic procession, at the candles and the incense and the priests and the robes and the cross and the scrolls, and saying “It’s all bosh.” But what he cannot understand is anyone saying, “It’s all bosh — except for the scrolls. We’re going to keep the scrolls. In fact, we’re even going to use the scrolls against the rest.”

There’s something about Mary…

I also learned that the Catholic Church, in spite of its reputation among Baptists, is intensely scriptural. Ironically, at any Catholic Mass you will hear far more Scripture than at any Baptist service. And it was also my observation that every Protestant sect at some point simply disregards certain Scriptures that are not convenient to its own teachings.

There is not enough space here to deal with all of my objections to Catholic doctrine and how each was resolved, but I must mention one. The first hurdle and the final hurdle for me was Mary. I’m sure it is the same for most Baptist converts to the Catholic Church. Mary represents all the things we object to in one package. She is the pagan remnant in the Catholic Faith, the goddess-worship, idolatry, bigger-than-Christ in all the prayers, art, and music devoted to her, appealing to the ignorant who do not read their Bibles, and so on.

My objections to the Catholic view of Mary were deeply ingrained. The first thing that helped me overcome them was reading something that Cardinal Leo Suenens once said when speaking to a group of Protestants. He said, “I’m going to say to you what the angel said to Joseph in a dream: ‘Don’t be afraid of Mary.’”

I was indeed afraid of Mary.

Do not be afraid of Mary. This is the first step. And it was like Chesterton’s three steps of conversion. I had to start by deciding not to fear Mary, but to be fair to her. Then, it was a matter of discovering her. Then, running away from her.

The next thing that helped me with Mary was something I read when I went on a retreat to a Trappist monastery in Iowa. (Imagine! Here’s a guy who thinks he’s running away from the Catholic Church and he goes on a retreat to a monastery! Though I have never been too bright, I have still always managed to outsmart myself.) In that place of silence and solitude I read how the monks there model themselves on Mary because Mary is the model Christian. She obeyed God’s call, she carried Christ within her, and she then revealed Him to the whole world. She stayed close to Him and, so, she experienced the suffering of His death, the glory of His resurrection, and the coming of the Holy Spirit. We are to imitate her. What she did, literally, we must do in every other way. Who can argue with that beautiful image? It is an image worth meditating on every day, which is exactly what devotion is, and why so many have meditated on and been devoted to Mary. In doing so, they have also fulfilled her prophesy in Scripture by rising up and calling her “blessed.”

After a few more intermediate steps, I went to another monastery on a retreat (again, I was retreating in the direction of the Church). The priest there looked me in the eye and asked, “Why haven’t you converted yet?” I mumbled something about Mary. He did not loosen his gaze, but asked, “Do you believe that her soul magnifies the Lord?”

The literal Baptist in me had never considered that verse literally before: “My soul makes God bigger.” I had run out of excuses.

The final step in my journey home

It became clear that every other Christian sect was exactly that — a sect, a section, something less than the whole. I discovered, as Chesterton had discovered, that “the Catholic Church is not only right, but right where everything else is wrong.”

The hardest thing I have ever done — and what I don’t doubt delayed my decision — was to tell my parents that I was going to become a Catholic. They were good, Christian people who had raised me to be a man of God. I did not want to make them feel that I was rejecting them, but that it was because they had imbued in me a love of the truth that I pursued that truth to its fullest expression. After that first awkward evening when I broke the news to them, we had many deep discussions about the Catholic Faith. They asked a ton of questions. They did not like all my answers, but I was at least able to answer their questions, since I had asked all those questions myself during my pilgrimage. Many of the answers did make a great deal of sense to them. My father said to me, “You’re telling us things we never knew.”

I was received into the Catholic Church on the Feast of the Holy Family in 1997, along with my two oldest children Julian and Ashley. At the same time, my wife, who had not been a practicing Catholic when we met, returned home to the Church.

Not long after my conversion, I was invited by Marcus Grodi to be on The Journey Home to talk not only about Chesterton’s conversion, but my own. As I walked off the set at the end of the program, the producer came up to me and said, “We should do a whole series on Chesterton.” About a year later I was taping the first season of The Apostle of Common Sense. My conversion led to a new vocation. I became, as some have said, “The Apostle of the Apostle of Common Sense,” and I have had the privilege of traveling the country giving talks on the life-changing writer, G.K. Chesterton. The literary society became a full-time Catholic apostolate with a unique form of evangelism.

Chesterton said, “Becoming a Catholic does not mean leaving off thinking. It means learning how to think.” I can scarcely convey how astounding that comment is from someone like Chesterton, who was not exactly a dunce before his conversion. However, I discovered first hand that the Catholic Faith was not only central to Chesterton’s profound thought, it is central to everything.

One of Larry Norman’s songs described Jesus as the Rock that doesn’t roll. Though the image of Jesus as a rock is a valid one, one of the many metaphors that describe Him — the Lamb, the Lion, the Vine, the Shepherd, the Door — the image of the rock is far more important for the man, Peter, whom Jesus Himself named the rock: the rock upon whom He would build His Church. Peter is truly the rock that doesn’t roll because of Jesus’ promise that the gates of hell would not prevail against the Church that He built on Peter. There is only one, true Church and everything else that calls itself a church is something that has separated from it. Everything else is a splinter. You cannot call twenty thousand different denominations the Church. You cannot even call fifty different Baptist denominations the Church. You can only look to the Church that they all left behind. We have nearly lived through five hundred years of the Reformation. It is time for the reunion. Lord, hear our prayer.

I did have one reunion of sorts with Larry Norman. After a twenty-year silence, we reconnected over the phone and through e-mail. I interviewed him for Gilbert Magazine and when I was on a speaking tour in California we got together for just a few minutes. He was very ill. He expressed his awe at my accomplishment in helping lead the Chesterton revival. I told him he created a monster that day he told me to read G.K. Chesterton and I thanked him. We said “I love you” to each other and “good-bye.” Less than five months later he was dead. Grant him eternal rest, O Lord.

Dale Ahlquist is the president of the American Chesterton Society, creator and host of EWTN’s G.K. Chesterton — The Apostle of Common Sense, publisher of Gilbert Magazine, and author or editor of several books on Chesterton, including G.K. Chesterton: The Apostle of Common Sense. For more information, visit www.chesterton.org

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  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000700840534 Anne Cregon Parks

    What an amazing, uplifting story! May God bless you!

  • MaryK

    Loved it! And I’m now gung-ho to find more books by Chesterton – I have two of them, but as one thing leads to another, i’ve let them gather dust. Everywhere i go someone is talking about Chesterton, so the intelligent thing would be to read him. Sometimes i’m not very swift. I’m also a convert to the Catholic faith (my story-Jan/12), also from a fundamentalist sola-fide/scriptura faith, and smile when other converts talk about their roadblocks to Catholocism (Mary/Purgatory/statues/dead saints) for I’ve been down those roads.
    I’ll have to keep my ears peeled for any future speaking engagement (on Chesterton) you may have in Portland, Oregon. I’ll check out your Chesterton website.

  • Mark D

    Very inspiring story. Thank you for sharing. May you continue to touch more people for the Lord

  • http://www.facebook.com/melvin.obus Melvin Obus

    It is the Holy Spirit guided you…

  • http://www.facebook.com/glen.yroubag Glen Glenn

    This story really caught my eye because I too was (still am) a fan of Larry Norman! So, reading an article by his former brother in law was pretty interesting to begin with. I also love C.S. Lewis so Larry’s comments that G.K. Chesterton was even better, caught my eye as well. I am still a Protestant but like Dale…have pretty much left the Baptist tradition behind (although I work in a ministry that is very Baptist orientated so that can be difficult!). Anyway…I ordered a few of Chesterton’s books and look foward to reading them. Thanks, Dale for the great article! I might add that CCM has changed a lot since Larry Norman was doing music (saw him live in 83 btw). It is much more commercialized. I miss the old days.

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  • http://twitter.com/mattswaim Matt Swaim

    “The Beatles said all you need is love, and then they broke up…”

  • A Saint

    The Catholic Church has created a system that is like most other non-Christian religions, one that is based on man’s efforts to reach God and not God’s unmerited favor to those He chooses. In doing so it uses sound bites of scripture to make its claims. Claims which do not align with the greater story of scripture from start to finish. But like the other religions it makes sense to have a system that is man centered. It feels good and we can control it. What the Catholic Church embodies is a continuation of the sacrificial system which was a foreshadow prior to Christ’s advent. Christ lived a perfect life fulfilling the law and bearing our sin on the cross once and for all. It was finished on the cross, the veil in the temple was torn from top to bottom. Christ came to set us free to bring us into the presence of the Father and not to continue the sacrificial and priestly system. Christ’s sacrifice was once and for all and He alone is our one and only true priest. Christ did come to build His church upon this rock – the rock of truth and righteousness and not to establish the system that is in practice in the Roman Catholic Church whose teachings and practices clearly do not line up with scripture. Believing the claim that the Apostle Peter was the first Pope in Rome requires overlooking scripture that shows Peter was not in Rome when the church claims he was. So not only do many of the Catholic teachings and practices stray from scripture the essential claim of the Catholic Church starts off in this regard. I asked a friend of mine who was a former Catholic why he left the Catholic Church and he said I “read the bible”. I love my Catholic friends and relatives and I pray that there will be some Catholics who read the bible cover to cover with the Holy Spirit’s guidance and not the pope and see – the Lord came to give eyesight to the blind.

  • St. Mary’s Kodiak

    Powerful testimony – the body of Christ is finally coming together as One Body in One Spirit – that’s what coming home is all about!!!

  • Jerry Dreyer

    Thanks for your great story Dale. When I knew you in MN some 20 years ago, I thought you were a cradle Catholic! Your example of living your life as a true and joy-filled Catholic Christian was what always made it a treat to see you.

  • PuddnT

    He says a lot, but not one word about how he dealt with the Catholic Church’s devotion to higher criticism and evolution. Apparently that’s not very important to him.

    • Teresa G

      Could you elaborate? I don’t understand your question. I guess everything probably can’t fit into a single testimony ;)